One of those days
Days on which we do real things, for example the day you broke yourself into rushing tears in a friend's company is quite easy to (specifically!) remember, are permanent in memory, and in the most significant terms. Those days signify themselves because of the content in them. But what I want to talk about are the other days, the days that help you say, "It was one of those days, when I used to _ _ _ _ _ ". Days that help us form a "family" of days with similar magical, extraordinary, or say, high intensity moments.
Sometimes it's hard to remember one particular day of one of those days. Because the individuality of just one single day among that category of days brings fear to one's mind- fear of not remembering it as One Single Day Worth Remembering. What we do grab from them are the traces that collectively form a common trace. A common trace from many special days-
I used to feel magical when I was a kid...
We used to walk through the park in late evening hours...
What if you want to live in one particular day for many usual days of swimming in a big pool of thoughts? What if you don't want it to be just One Of Those Days? What if you fear the ongoing loss of That Special Time of That Special Day?
[At around 6:50 PM today I had such a fear]
2 comments:
i have such fears... more often than i'd like them to visit.. with each living day, with every passing moment and year, and with the way we end up compartmentalising and bracketing things around us and within us, everything falls into its own bracket or compartment, even if we would not have liked to do so... and so slowly, all the good childhood memories cluster together, then all the ones with siblings in another cluster within it, and the ones with frens in another... trying to remember just one moment or even a day from amongst them is scary... i have done so many a times, and almost always have been disappointed realising what has been lost...
but there are times too, while sitting with sister and brother and talking about a certain day, and our collective memory giving life to that one particular moment of that one particular day... simply priceless... it makes me feel sometimes that memories do last forever, albeit in fragments... it is a shame though that the most personal ones, being shared with just us alone and the universe, have to live with being dead since we can no longer trace them...
u made me think a lot!! really good post... i have observed that u put to words most things i feel too but have somehow never felt the need or the urgency to write... and yet when i read them thru you, i realise how significant they really are... and how i really miss you...
Hii Sunny,
I came across ur blog in my quest to search talented writers for the E zine called Reader's Quotient. I liked the way of presentation of ur write ups.
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